Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

“Then He Kissed Me” by the Crystals.

“I was Winter’s first kiss, ladies,” he told everyone, though we had another guy at our table. “I was eleven. She was eight.” I felt him nudge closer, and his voice dropped a hair. “I wonder how many guys have kissed you since. But then, I guess I don’t really care, because I was first, and that’s all that matters.”

oh..OH??

“I’m not scared of you.” “It’s early.”

really Damon really

WHAT

“And since you don’t have the use of your eyes,” he kept going, “do you have the reflex anymore to squeeze them shut? Like when you’re in pain or . . . when you’re excited?”

I’m going to ignore this

“I remember everything. And I don’t hurt as easily anymore.” “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Damn

“Oh, it was already open? Sorry. I’m so blind.”

AN ICON

I thought back to the boy in the fountain, bloody, with a silent tear streaming down his face, because something—or many things—happened to him that he didn’t want to talk about, and now he was nearly a man who would never cry again and only made other people bleed. I hated him, and I would never forgive him, but maybe we had that one thing in common. We had to change to survive.

I- wha?

I wanted to see if you’d dance for me.

You’ll hate me. I’ll love you. We have to stop. Make me stop. I can’t. I won’t.

“We’re going too fast for that now, Little Devil.”